I dont have crushes
Ever since a man thought it was alright to grab my legs
I haven't been able to look at any guys the same
Ever since a man twisted my reality
and told me it was fine if he touched me
I can't picture any guy holding me
So I'm sorry when you talk about how you like him
I can't really relate
I haven't had a crush
Since I was *****

As she sits here in her bed, suicidal thoughts going through her head

She grabs her metal weapon and presses it to her skin

Crimson tears seep through a wound so thin

Another lonely night dripped in regret

To her it's impossible to forget the pain her father caused

As she makes each cut she thinks of her dad

And the past that only holds his memory

Only a few more cuts and soon she'll be dead

All these thoughts going through her head

Will soon be put to rest and buried just like her dead body

It wasn't long til she ended it all

Here lies a dead girl and her untold story

No one knew what happened to her to drive her to the end

No one knew about the bullying or her suicidal tendencies

If someone knew would they have saved her, helped her

Would she still be alive or would she have gone through

If anyone knew her life story would they friend her or push her away

If only some one knew about the beatings, molestion and ****

If only someone learned about her about her before judging her

If only someone knew her life story she wouldn't be dead

Triggers triggers everywhere

This pain I can no longer bear

One little cut is all I need

I just want to bleed

See the crimson fall from my skin

And create another sin

While I pass out on the floor

There is no more

It ends tonight

So now I sleep tight

My wrists are bleeding

Nothing is healing

I tie the noose around my neck

I feel the world would be better off without me

I kick the chair from under me

As I hang from the ceiling

I feel the air leaving me

Just a little longer

Until i'm a goner

The air is gone

My eyes are closing

The soul in me is slipping

I'm dead and gone

Now I'm off to live eternally

Oh sweet suicide

She's upset and all alone each day

Nothing seems to be getting any better

She go's to her dresser drawer to rid the pain

She silently draws the blade across her skin

Tears flow down her cheeks

She puts down her weapon and closes her eyes

She prays to god for hope she's been wanting

She closes her holy book of lies

Because she knows nothings going to change

She picks up her weapon once more

And makes her final cut

Here she lies in a pool of blood

She finally got the hope she was looking for